"Who... Who died! ”

Bai Changsheng staggered back a few steps before he asked in a trembling voice, he didn't dare to imagine who died, let alone speculate.

Mu Zixian's eyelids twitched a few times, and he looked at Bai Changsheng, as if he was guessing his thoughts, and said after a while:

"Don't be afraid, you don't have to mind the dead, the living are fine, it has nothing to do with you, take care of the present."

After the old man said this, he didn't pick up any more, Bai Changsheng fell into deep thought, and his chaotic mind bothered him.

"You know?"

Zi finally saw that these two people were very strange, so he asked, he couldn't guess the identity of Bai Changsheng at all, but it seemed that this old man was very clear.

Bai Changsheng shook his head, temporarily stopped thinking in his heart, the current situation is critical, it is not appropriate to think nonsense here, it is better to go out and ask clearly, this old man is not simple, it seems that they have a past with the third child.

The old man glanced at Bai Changsheng, as if he knew what he was thinking, and he didn't talk nonsense anymore, at this time, the iron head was already unbearable, and hurriedly asked:

"Old man, is there any way to get out? We're going to get out of Ningguta, don't you say that we have to work together all the time, now that someone can help, come up with an idea! ”

If there is no hope, everyone will be very confused in a desperate situation, and even if they live, they are just making do, but once the dawn is coming, no one can restrain their emotions.

This is very suitable for the iron head, how many years he has waited, he can be regarded as seeing hope.

Several people stopped talking, but the old man didn't move, drooping his head, bowing his head and saying nothing.

The iron head came up to take a look, and then he was furious, slapped the old man on the head, and scolded bitterly:

"Grandma, I know you're unreliable, when is this, you can still sleep?"

Mu Zixian was hit by an iron head, the force was very heavy, and the person suddenly sobered up, and his head was raised, and his eyes revealed a confused look:

"What are you doing with me, huh? What are you doing here? ”

Zi finally shook his head, he really couldn't bear the unbearable person in front of him, it seemed that this person was unreliable.

Liu Rudao poked his nose, and he didn't have a good impression of this old man, but when he heard the old man ask, he was a little deliberately abused:

"It's nothing, I just want to escape from Ningguta, they all say that you old man has the means, and I want to find you to make an idea, but I didn't expect you to be a cowhide drum and can't stand the beating."

This is an ironic old saying, and it is appropriate to use it at this time.

But after hearing this, Mu Zixian shook his head a few times as if he was fine, and made himself a little sober:

"Oh, run for your life, that's not easy, you shout outside three times that I'm going to get out, and then throw a stone, maybe you can break out of the iron fence."

Doesn't this fart?

The iron head's face was red with anger, this old man thought that he had some ability, but when he saw the real chapter, he was so unbearable, and shouted three times outside? Isn't this looking for death?

"Fart!"

After the iron head scolded and scolded, he didn't care about the old man anymore, Bai Changsheng also shook his head, it seems that this old man is sometimes clear and sometimes confused, he really can't believe it.

"How did you get into Ningguta?"

Don't count on him when he goes out, Bai Changsheng is interested in the old man's origin, the old man heard Bai Changsheng ask, tilted his head as if he was recalling, and said after a while:

"I lied to someone's death."

"Whew..."

Liu Rudao sneered, she didn't believe that this old man still had the ability to harm people, and it was really a promotion to send him to this place at this point.

"Don't believe it, if you don't believe it, try it with a few shouts, maybe it will work?"

The old man seemed to have sobered up, but as soon as he woke up, he began to pound the iron head, his tone was a little bewitching, and his face turned into cunning.

It would be hellish if the iron head could believe him, but seeing this Mu Zixian's expression, he was really angry, stretched out his hand and pointed at him, and cursed:

"You dead liar, you really can't believe it, let me shout? Okay, I'll shout, if you can't get out then, you can see how I beat you to death! ”

After the iron head finished scolding, he turned around, took a few deep breaths, and shouted loudly outside:

"I'm going out! I'm going out! I'm going out! ”

After shouting, he bent down to pick up a stone and threw it out with all his strength.

Mu Zixian closed his eyes and hummed an unknown tune, which seemed to be very pleasant.

Tietou turned around, looked at the old man's comfortable appearance, and felt even more angry, and immediately scolded:

"Oh, shouting and shouting, throwing and throwing, you can take a look, there's a fart, old liar, I have to beat you today!"

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up his arms and walked over, the iron head was not light, the original hope was suddenly gone, and it was okay to say that there was no hope, but the hope was close at hand, but the old man had pitted him, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Before he could walk a few steps away, Zi finally stopped the iron head, looking very surprised, and was listening to what he was listening to.

Bai Changsheng was shocked, glanced at the old man, and listened attentively.

At this time, outside the corner, as the stone fell to the ground, there were bursts of cursing and screaming:

"I'm going out! I'm going out! I'm going out! ”

Not one person, but a hundred, the sound of going back and forth continued to echo across the wilderness, squeezing everyone, and finally it exploded.

The stone thrown by the iron head smashed on the head of a man, who turned out to be a soldier, and the man was smashed to the ground and bled out, and he was furious.

Turning around and stabbing a shackled prisoner behind him, the blood spurting from his neck was enough to provoke everyone's anger.

Not only that, but the voice that echoed between heaven and earth, "I want to go out!" It also made the hearts of all the prisoners who wore the guilty hair flutter.

If it weren't for the "sweet well water" that they had just drunk, they wouldn't have been in such a mood, and everyone was already drunk and delirious, prostrate in the city and gasping for breath.

At this time, the voice of "I want to go out" is like a whispering incantation, bewitching and seducing back and forth in the ear, making people uneasy.

The eruption of blood and the sound of the head falling to the ground completely shattered everyone's reason, ignited anger, and could no longer be extinguished!

"Lao Tzu is going out too! Yes!!! ”

"Get out! Get out! ”

Several prisoners stood up and trembled and shouted at the soldier in front of him, who was so frightened and angry that he saw that his sword was falling and his head was falling to the ground.

The more times like this, the more you can't act rashly, let alone kill people and cut off their heads, how can this group of soldiers know that every prisoner's head is falling to the ground at the moment, accompanied by the heating up of the riot.

Everyone was fanatical, and the prisoners of the city stood up, desperate, and rushed into the soldiers around them like crazy, and their eyes were torn!

"Get out!!"

"Roar!!

"Oh my god, it's the other way around, they're the other way, click the drums, there's a rebellion!"

The sound of panic and anger was perfectly diffused in the uneasy mood, and all the soldiers panicked, but they could not resist the fury that surged like a tide.

The sound of swearing, the sound of smashing, the sound of tearing, the warmth of blood splashing on the ground...

Everywhere in sight, all the emotions were squeezing and spreading the atmosphere of riot, and everyone was fighting, desperate, like crazy beasts.

And in the corner, the four of Bai Changsheng looked at each other, and no one could have predicted that such a situation would really happen.

"This..."

Tietou was a little stunned, and looked back at Mu Zixian in disbelief, it was really a five-body throw!

And Mu Zixian was sitting against the wall, singing strange songs in a hoarse voice, extremely terrifying, but appropriate.

This bloody riot could no longer be controlled, and with the boiling of blood, it completely spread in the antiquity and desolation of Ningguta.

The autumn wind swept away the dust, but there was nowhere to put the anger in his heart, and there were bursts of scolding and smashing sounds outside, and several people in this corner knew that the opportunity had come!

Mu Zixian stood up, stopped humming, staggered to the outside of the corner, left a few people behind, and seemed to be muttering in his mouth, but he didn't hesitate:

"There will be no time in the future..."

Mu Zixian staggered out, not at all afraid of the bloody riot outside, as if everything was expected by him.

The clouds were so light and the wind was light, and after Mu Zi said that, the people disappeared into the smoke of the riot.

Bai Changsheng looked at his distant back, a little trance, and even more terrifying, there are too many mysteries about this old man, but who is he and what kind of past he has?

Maybe this is another story, Bai Changsheng thought of such a sentence inexplicably, and then stood up as well:

"Let's go."